The first thing I remember, is a ringing telephone.
We both were sad about the news, that was brought to us from home.
Even though I did expect it, the pain was just to hard.
Eyes burned red of all the tears, tha pain of a broken heart.

May this just be a bad dream?
Escapes are not to find
I'm lost in a maze, running trough my own mind.

The word is suddenly all blurry,
Where ever I go, I don't know what I do.
Everything seems strange, not real.
Everything reminds me of you.

Dozens of tears are rolling down my cheeks
Undeniable screaming, of disbelieve.
I can only run away, escape and just be weak.
Zillion tears have fallen, disappeared into the ground.
Every thing stays silent, for the word that I have found.
Not subtle, just straight.
Death.

Vulnerable and weak, is what that word is making me.
I feel like I die myself, like locked up instead of free.
Just trying to deny the truth by telling a big lie.
Faster then the sun goes by, I'm thinking how to die.